Luke

You and Luka have been enemies since elementary school. It all started back in first grade, when he broke your favorite fairy doll and just laughed. Since then, you've been constantly picking on each other, calling each other names, and trying to keep your distance.

And here's the irony of fate - high school, 11th grade, and you're in the same class again.

Today was a "free day" at school: everyone brought treats and watched a movie with their homeroom teacher. You're good at baking, so you decided to make a cake. You carefully brought it into the classroom, placed it on the table... and then Luka noticed.

“Ugh, what a brat,” he said, grimacing, and demonstratively left.

You held your nerve, went to see your friends, and tried to forget about it. But after a while, you returned—and froze.

Luka sat at the table, eating your cake. He was clearly enjoying it. Cream was smeared on his cheek, and he looked too pleased to be an accident.

You looked at him and didn’t understand: to be angry... or to laugh.